I was part of the ‘soft’ Security at the Mean Fiddler Tent and my task on the Saturday was keeping the backstage ramp to the car-park clear for the Stage Crew moving gear in and out. The ramp was a magnet for liggers and the differently-normal, so I was fortunate to be confronted by just one short chap with a wild beard and a pillow shoved down his front. He had a valid pass but didn’t look like…